The Faded Alibi
The train pulled away from the station with a shudder that seemed to rattle the bones of the platform. Margaret stood there. She watched the tail lights fade into the gray morning mist. The cold was sharp. It cut through her wool coat. It settled in her lungs. She did not shiver. She had forgotten how. The university stood on the hill. It was a mass of stone and slate. The towers pierced the...
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